Free Erotica – A Taste Of London by Lucy Felthouse

Valentine’s Day is coming up and we expect you’re all getting in the mood for some hot lovin’ ~ and boy, do we have an erotic treat for in store for you!

Today’s teaser is penned by authoress, marketing whiz and gorgeous Northern Bird Lucy Felthouse. We became firm fans of Lucy’s writing after her first appearance at our store, where she read a story featuring a horny Sam Winchester (Supernatural fans will know who we’re talking about) and being rather keen on the tall, dark & handsome sort ourselves, we immediately took to her style.

So, Lucy, you’re treating us to an excerpt from A Taste Of London today. Tell us more!

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year travelling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.

Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.

Excerpt from A Taste of London by Lucy Felthouse

“Pssst! Over here.”

He hadn’t realized it before, but the door to his right was open a crack and he could now see a sliver of the face that was peering out of it. Thankfully it was her and not some wizened old bishop. After a surreptitious look around to make sure no one was looking, he slipped through the door that had now been opened wide enough to admit him. Pushing it shut behind him—mercifully the creaking from the hinges wasn’t too loud—Ryan turned to look at his quarry.

She was just as attractive close up. Her dark hair was straight and sleek, her green eyes intelligent and alert and her lips…very kissable. The woman also had a seriously hot body, and Ryan felt a stirring in his groin which he sincerely hoped would not be wasted. By the way she was looking at him, Ryan suspected that she liked what she saw too.

“Well,” he said, desperate to break the silence, “you’ve led me a merry dance, haven’t you?”

She giggled and a further rush of blood thundered to his groin when Ryan saw that she had the cutest dimples. Was there no end to this girl’s sex appeal? He took a glance at her left hand. No, the coast was clear. She wasn’t married. Or at least, if she was, she wasn’t wearing a ring.

Once she’d recovered from her mirth, which was still apparent from the flush of her cheeks, she answered his question. Ryan wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to say, but it certainly wasn’t, “I’m sorry. I had to. I’m not supposed to be seen with men, which is why I had to hide in here and hope you’d find me.”

Ryan took a step back.

“Hey…how old are you?” He’d thought she looked about the same age as him, but of course it was much easier for girls to make themselves look older.

Ryan shook his head, a frown creeping across his features. “So what’s with all the secrecy then?”

She lowered her lashes and Ryan’s heart thudded as his mind started to race through the possibilities. His gaze slid to the door. Suddenly he was convinced that the police were going to rush in at any minute, clap handcuffs on him and sling him in the back of a squad car.

Her next words snapped him out of his thoughts. “Don’t look so worried. I’m a Catholic. Just not a very good one.”

Ryan’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. That thought had certainly not occurred to him. He blinked, then recovered his senses enough to ask, “So, um, you’re here with your parents then?”

“Oh God, no!” She covered her mouth with her hands. “Oops—I told you I wasn’t a very good Catholic. Taking the Lord’s name in vain in a cathedral, of all places.”

They both laughed, before she continued, “No, I’m here with a church group. We’re staying at the female-only hostel on the High Street. The old fuddy-duddies in charge think that just because we’re not sleeping in the same building as any males that we’re perfectly safe from ‘corruption.’ They obviously don’t realize that there are so many more places to commit sins than in a bed.”

“S-sins?” Ryan had to practically force the word out. He was no stranger to getting up to no good in unusual places, but in a cathedral with a not-so-good Catholic girl? His cock strained against his jeans, clearly more up to speed than his brain, which struggled to process what she was saying.

“Yes,” she replied, grabbing his arms and pushing him so his back was against the door. She licked her lips and raised an eyebrow. “Sins.”

Ryan’s hard-on twitched. She stood on tiptoes and pressed a cherry-flavored kiss to his lips. The length of her body molded against his, and Ryan heard a light thump as she slid her shoulder bag off and let it fall to the floor.

“So.” Her eyes glinted in the gloom as she crushed her small breasts harder against his chest, “how do you feel about corrupting a good Catholic girl?”

Ryan gave his brain a veritable kick up the arse. He was pretty shell-shocked by her revelation, but if he fucked this up now he had no one to blame but himself. The girl was literally throwing herself at him. Her entire demeanor told Ryan that she was no angel, but that didn’t stop him wanting to do as she wanted, and corrupt her.

He grinned at her, and rolled his hips. “What do you have in mind?” Not that it mattered. He had a condom in his wallet so he was prepared for any eventuality.

It seemed, however, that that wasn’t what she had in mind, because instead of answering his question, she gave a positively wicked grin and slid to her knees in front of him. In a move that cemented Ryan’s belief that she wasn’t in need of any corruption, she flipped open his belt, undid his button and fly and maneuvered his cock out of his boxers.

A hungry look crossed her face and she pumped his shaft in her tiny hand a couple of times before sinking her mouth onto his cock. It was hot, wet and eager. She licked and slurped enthusiastically at his glans until it was good and lubricated, before inching his length deeper inside.

Ryan gasped and slammed his head back against the door, wishing he had something to grab on to. In the absence of anything else, he tangled his fingers into her hair and pulled lightly. He knew from experience not to piss off a woman who had her mouth—teeth and all—around his cock, so he just held on to the soft strands as she bobbed up and down.

As one hand maneuvered the base of his shaft—she couldn’t take his length any farther down her throat, it seemed—the other slipped lower and cupped his balls. Ryan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the sensations began to overtake him, and he felt the tingling in his groin which signaled his impending climax.

“Hey,” he said, not wanting her to end up with an unexpected mouthful of spunk.

She didn’t stop, merely making an “Mmm” sound around his prick, the vibrations of which only served to stimulate him further, leaving him unable to hold off his orgasm. He couldn’t help it—his grip on her hair tightened along with his balls and seconds later he was biting his bottom lip as jets of spunk filled the terrible Catholic girl’s mouth. She was unperturbed and slowed her pace on his cock only when it started to soften, licking and sucking up every last drop of cum until he was as clean as when she’d started—cleaner, even.

Ryan’s chest heaved as he sucked in air, trying to calm himself down and return his heart rate to normal. It was hardly surprising that he was so worked up, though—he had just been given a blowjob in a cathedral. A fucking excellent blowjob, actually.

The girl stood, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, raised an eyebrow and gave Ryan a cheeky smile.

“Better?” she asked, which Ryan thought was quite possibly the most ridiculous question he’d ever heard.

He spluttered, “Better? Are you fucking joking? That was incredible.”

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year traveling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.

Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.

*****

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

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